The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

And Now For Something COMPLETELY Different

A.k.a "The Chemists' Drinking Song"

Scientist and Sci-Fi writer Isaac Asimov (one of my favorite authors) suggested in a 1963 essay entitled "You, too, can speak Gaelic" suggested that "para-Dimethylaminobenzaldehyde" can be pronounced to the tune of the familiar jig "The Irish Washerwoman." Yes, the musician/scientist in me enjoyed this very much--hope you do too.


(ht: Futility Closet)

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